Humans were off limit. Seraphina Hunters even more so but Adolphus has crossed the limit when he became curious, followed his instinct and fell in love.
He brought her world to ashes, now she would bring him to his knees.
In the town of Damford, humans live unaware that werewolves from the realm of Damoria walk among them, hidden in plain sight. Seraphina Hunters, the youngest and only daughter of a family dedicated to eradicating these creatures, finds herself caught between two worlds. Raised to despise werewolves, her clandestine meetings with Adolphus, the alpha’s son, ignite a forbidden love.
When Seraphina’s father kills the alpha, a fierce retaliation leaves her family seemingly annihilated, and Seraphina alone and devastated. Kidnapped by Adolphus and taken to Damoria, she learns that he needs her to fulfill his destiny as the new alpha. But she harbors nothing but hatred for the man who led the attack against her kin.
As Seraphina grapples with her conflicting emotions and the shocking revelation that her family is imprisoned, not dead, a new menace looms. Demons infiltrate Damford, forcing an unlikely alliance between hunters and werewolves. In a desperate bid to save their world, Seraphina and Adolphus must bridge the chasm of their past and face the threat together.
Caught in a web of desire, betrayal, and war, Seraphina must decide: Can she trust the man who destroyed her life, or will their pasts forever doom their future?
Dive into a tale of passion and peril, where love is both the battleground and the prize.

The Alpha’s Damnation

 Morning came, and Seraphina’s body protested in every way possible. Her muscles ached, her head throbbed, and her golden hair clung to her face in tangled clumps, sticky and uncomfortable. 


 She frowned as the realization struck her—she’d fallen asleep on the cold, unforgiving floor. 


 Why had she even let herself drift off like that? Maybe because the bed felt more like a cage than a comfort, a reminder of her captivity. She groaned softly, her body stiff and cramped, as she tried to shift positions. 


 Stretching was her only solace now, so she started slow. Her knees cracked as she unbent them, her sore muscles screaming in protest. 


 Each small motion felt monumental, like waking a body that didn’t want to wake at all. 


 Why am I still here? The thought echoed in her mind, accompanied by a flood of resentment. She hadn’t chosen this place, these circumstances, these people—or rather, these creatures. 


 Seraphina rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Her chest heaved a sigh, but it felt hollow, unsatisfying. 


 The sleep hadn’t helped; if anything, it had left her feeling worse. Her exhaustion wasn’t just physical. It was buried deep in her soul, the kind that no amount of rest could fix. 


 Her eyes traveled to the clothes she’d been given: short, coarse, ill-fitting. They felt like an insult, another reminder that nothing about this situation respected her dignity. 


 Where could I even find something better to wear? Or a private bathroom for that matter? 


 The thought made her scoff bitterly. Privacy seemed like a luxury here. Even the air felt intrusive, heavy with the unspoken threat of watchful eyes. 


 She didn’t want to see anyone. Not this morning, not ever if she could help it. 


 Pushing herself up to sit, Seraphina took a deep breath, though it came out shakier than she intended. 


 Her chest still felt tight, like a fist was squeezing her ribcage, refusing to let go. 


 Keep it together, Sera. She gave herself a mental nudge, even as her hands trembled slightly. She wouldn’t let herself fall apart, not now. 


 Slowly, carefully, she stood up, avoiding even a glance at the short clothes clinging to her. 


 She couldn’t stomach the sight. Instead, she focused on the door ahead—the one she hoped would lead her to a bathroom. 


 The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that felt intentional, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. 


 She didn’t linger to look around. Instead, her feet moved with purpose, carrying her to the door she’d marked as her destination. 


 Her fingers gripped the handle, and without a second thought, she swung the door open. 


 Her breath hitched sharply, her eyes widening at the sight before her. 


Waking Up Here